This story is fiction, but just because it never happened doesn't mean it isn't true.
By kiki
In 1955, you and your buddies arrived at the El Monte Legion Stadium dressed in your best threads. After parking your 1938 Chevy, you made your way to the cashier window and paid your 6 bits; you entered the stadium and looked for that girl who would be the best-looking there. You spotted her just as The Penguins, life, on stage, started singing Earth Angel. You asked her to dance, and she said yes; you took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. You put your hand around her waist and drew her closer to you; you whispered sweet things in her ear as your hand started sliding down her backside "bam!" she slaps your hand and tells you, "stop it, I'm not that kind of girl" you asked her "what kind of girl are you?" "I'm a good girl," she replied "well, be good to me," you counter. She pushed you away and walked off the dance floor, leaving you looking like a fool. After a couple of more songs, you approached her and apologized to her, she accepted your apology, and you two danced the night away, and within two years, you were a man and wife.
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